walk with jimmy

After a lively quarrel, my father and brother finally calmed down.

Although Lin De, the master of the dark cooking world, has always been brooding over the matter of "the patient's hard-working rice was dumped by his younger brother ungratefully", and kept mumbling beside him, "Oh, little bastard, I really regret it, I really regret it." Sorry!I regret that I didn't cover you with a diaper back then'.

Go fuck it!

Poor people must have something to hate, and the last bit of guilt for the bastard brother deep in James' heart was wiped out, nothing left, and he just wanted to make him Shutup!

At this time, Old John, the head of the family, coughed and interrupted the exchange of eyes (mutual stares) between the two brothers.

He pretended to hold a few newspapers and asked, "Have you thought about what to do next, Jimmy?"

It finally dawned on James why the angels brought him back to this day.

Because this day is the starting point of his career.

Actually there is nothing to say.

At this time ten years ago, most of the children who were in his class and did not plan to go to school would choose to go to factories, because it was popular, and because there were a bunch of factories in Birmingham, such as diesel engines, jet engines, metallurgy, chemical Various industrial sectors, such as food, textiles, etc., are everywhere.

But I have to say that Old John is a relatively smart person.

He himself is an ordinary worker, but he did not blindly follow the social trend and send his two sons to the factory to inherit his father's business. Apprentice, learn some skills. Workers can be dismissed, but once they learn the skills, they are their own and can be used for a lifetime.”

To this day, James still nods in agreement with his father's statement: "That's right."

Old John happily pointed to the recruitment column in the newspaper and listed a few jobs to choose from, probably: plumber, slaughterhouse chicken worker, construction site welder...

Once again, James listened to those shitty jobs, and once again felt that being a mechanic was extremely wise.

But considering what the giant-muscled angel said about the fate of talent, he couldn't help asking: "Can I choose neither?"

"Okay, so what do you want to do?"

"Uh, some people say that I sing very well."

"……so?"

"Can I sing?"

The room suddenly became quiet.

Both father and brother looked at him almost blankly.

Then, Linde asked a very practical question in doubt: "Is singing also a job? Where to recruit? How much is the weekly salary? How many hours a day do you work? Is there any vacation?"

good question!

James really wants to go to heaven and ask God now.

Taking singing as a career is simply whimsical.

Yes, maybe as the angel said, he has talent, but talent can't be eaten.

Is it necessary to exchange decades of time on earth for a job in heaven after death?

no!no!

James quickly and wisely ended the brief conversation with his family with the phrase 'I was just kidding'.

He reconsidered his work issues, and considering his rich work experience as an auto mechanic in his previous life, he decided to set a small initial goal for himself, follow the old route, go to a car repair factory as an apprentice, and then leave the teacher early, work hard, and save money. Money to open a car repair shop as the boss, if things go well, you can also set up a national chain or something.

"No!" said the angel.

On the second day, he was stopped on his way to the garage.

"Didn't you say you're going back to heaven? Why are you here again?" James asked in bewilderment.

"If I don't come, will you go to work as an auto mechanic again?" The giant, almost two-meter-tall angel said angrily, "I spent my energy to bring you back ten years ago, not to let you go back in the future." As the owner of a garage, there are no cars in heaven, and there is no shortage of car repairers."

"Hey, don't resist new things! In fact, you can really consider introducing cars. How tiring it is to fly back and forth with wings."

James seemed to give advice sincerely.

But Angel doesn't know what ridicule is.

He still frowned, and explained seriously, earnestly and patiently: "We fly very fast and can teleport, which is much better than cars."

In terms of the competition between the magic department and the science department, James thinks he has no say.

So, he gave up that topic, turned to look at the more real angel in front of him, and said in a self-defeating manner: "Come on, please forgive me! It is impossible for me to sing, you can go back to heaven and live, don't mess around It's a matter of life. I was destined to be a car mechanic, and I like being a car mechanic, so you can go."

"You obviously don't like being a car mechanic, why are you lying?"

The angel showed a puzzled expression: "You are destined to be a singer. Besides, you didn't say that in your heart. You don't like dirty hands with expired motor oil, and you don't like doing the same thing day after day. A boring thing to deal with a group of boring people I don't know..."

"In my heart? Can angels read minds?" James asked in surprise.

"A little bit, but in fact, I can see your soul...it, it's very beautiful." Speaking of this, the two-meter-tall muscular man actually showed an embarrassed girlish expression.

James suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable. No one likes to be seen through.

But at the same time, he found that he had a serious communication barrier with this angel.

For humans, work is work, a way of supporting ourselves.After all, one can’t give up raising a family completely just because the job is shit, the boss is shit, the future is going to be a shit job for the rest of his life, and he has to deal with a bunch of shit co-workers, right?

But the angel who doesn't eat fireworks seems to be unable to understand this.

The angel still had an innocent expression, looking at him quietly and patiently, with a puzzled look on his sharp-edged face again: "Human beings are too complicated."

He sighed incomprehensibly, and muttered again: "Forget it, I can't tell."

So, before James could react, the white light flooded him again.

This is very fucked up!

Can you imagine?

James returned to the bedroom.

He opened the door hastily and went down the stairs. The bastard father and brother were sitting on the sofa smoking and drinking, watching the TV and laughing, the same conversation, the same dark cooking in the kitchen.

The only difference is that...

This time, James learned his lesson and didn't dump the patient's meal into the trash can.

But the idiot brother Linde ran over excitedly and said, "Hurry up, I made it for you, and I made it for half an hour."

James was being distracted by Angel's molestation at this time.

He sincerely didn't want to quarrel with his brother anymore, so he forced himself to take a bite, but he couldn't help it and still vomited.

Linde went crazy again: "Fuck you! Did you do it on purpose? Did you do it on purpose? Is this how you treat the fruits of your brother's labor?"

Old John roared in the living room: "Fucking crazy! Who do you want to fuck, Linde? That's your mother too!"

Nightmare!

Nightmare!

Nightmare!

James was the one going crazy.

Because then, he entered an endless loop.

Whenever he wants to do some other job, that goddamn unreasonable, tyrannical angel will show up right away and move him back to the day and make him do the 'right' job again choose!

After nearly fifty cycles, James went from being strong and unyielding to persuading with kind words to yelling and cursing, and finally resigned to his fate.

When he returned to that bedroom once, he broke down and yelled towards the ceiling: "Okay, you win! Get off, you bastard angel, go back to your heaven! Damn it, I Go fucking sing! Just go sing!"

That damned angel remained silent the whole time.

But it's hard to tell where he's hiding and peeping in the dark!

Trembling with rage, James opened the door almost angrily, walked down the stairs aggressively, and took the initiative to go to the kitchen to find the damn patient's meal without Linde's call.

Then, he slapped the plate on the bastard brother's big face again, waved his arms and shouted: "Fifty times! Fifty times! I don't want to quarrel with you every time, you can fucking do it every time!" Find a reason to make trouble for me, fight with me, just for a fucking meal! Fifty times, you and I quarreled fifty times! Want to fight, right? Then come on! Come on!"

Lin De looked at his younger brother in a daze, and was stunned for a moment.

He raised his hand to wipe his face, and stammered infrequently: "This, what's wrong?"

Papa John was also confused.

He put down the newspaper he had just picked up, looked at each other with his eldest son, and replied hesitantly: "Maybe... the employment pressure is too great?"